along a line of linden trees i’ll see you always
crazy in your cardigan and your famous, yeh your famous, grey hair
and on the landing through the banisters i can see your shadow praying
praying for the painters waiting tables in cities that don’t care
and your pacing on the landing is the sound of flirting rain
falling on the roofing of the garret where all your children lay
why just yesterday i used to chase girls
all women and music there wasn’t much else
when i went out one weekday night
awoke to find i’d found my bride
and life is good what else to do
then let our hair curl and get tattoos?
and i was young some say i still am
the son of a butcher the sum of all man
it’s the way women lie
then it broke away as an offering as a mist on a lake or of something
in the end it was all kind of carved out like a reed lying down in a river flat
then of course it was kind of like before cut cutting out dust or a dull bore
never even understood how it could've been all this opening of flowers on a windscreen
then we kind of felt how it maybe was just to stand close calmy there and only watch from the spot where we all grew foolish deep scratches buried under varnish
[your words are sham]
and those that you love are mostly made of water and a heart
Adapting their calculated standards into a raw, live setting, the radical UK folk duo rework six highlights from their spellbindincatalogue. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 7, 2022
Proceeds from this hauntingly beautiful dark folk LP will be donated to Plataforma de Apoio aos Refugiados, for Portuguese refugee support. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2021